Modern Poetry of Summer Flowers 1 Phalaenopsis
In the early morning of June, I dare not shoot.
Memories soaked the wings,
Afraid of waking the sleeping dew,
Ripple in the water.
There is green grass by the lake,
At the moment, my mind is still taking a nap in the sound of the piano.
The long pavilion is followed by the short pavilion, the elder brother beam,
Please fly slowly! Slow down!
Waiting for dusk, waiting for Yingtai to put away its tired wings,
On your grave, on that piece of blue grass.
dance
Fold it into the shape you like.
Xia Hua's Modern Poetry 2 Yingshanhong
Tears of blood in the middle of the night awakened people who had been sleeping for a winter.
Miss, let passion break through the rock,
Let the flame of the mountain burn.
Actually, you don't understand me. I hid.
The background color of love, in those easy
A neglected place or season.
Like my stamens, count them,
Exactly 1 1 point,
How beautiful and strange.
1+ 1 this romantic combination in pairs,
It's just, honey,
Why is Acacia always single?
Modern Poetry of Summer Flowers 3 Magnolia
On a moonless night,
The lake is glowing with bright white light, and the cement road
It also emits white light, but it is saturated with strangeness.
I should stay away from this weirdness,
Or should I step into the light,
Gentle as water?
If, in the dark, a wisp of fragrance comes,
I'll find you along the path.
Modern poems of Xia Hua 4. Small flowers blooming from cracks in the stone.
Sigh for you, after a drought,
The beauty of life blooms.
Trembling brown stones, carved in cracks.
The names of the two flowers are "tenacious" and "unyielding".
And the green leaves, they are shy, they are tangled.
In the shadow of the flowers, the group dodged backwards.
No one knows the twists and turns of this trip in the world.
One flower is in full bloom and the other is about to bloom.
Modern Poetry of Summer Flowers 5 Lotus Flowers
This is the peace produced by the Buddha during meditation.
Shine on a few ants,
Flow, juggle
Everything in the world.
It's Lingshan, Yaochi ferry,
Between breathing and breathing, this lotus door is open.
A kind of essence, blooming
Deep red as blood.
Modern Poetry of Summer Flowers 6 Gardenia
Born in the jasper bush, every spring flowers bloom and fall, and Liu is finished.
After the wheat wave disappears in the chewing of the sickle,
Your heart is full of courtyard green, which is the color at the beginning of your life.
Why, as the days grow, it gradually turns white?
The whole body is white, all the way to the root of the petals.
This white and flawless you,
Your rich fragrance of flowers makes you devote yourself to the love of your life.
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Flowers can quickly fill the room,
It can attract people who wear flowers to attract butterflies, and your life is filled in the air.
The flowering period is short and the years are ruthless.
Life is over when the last scent is exhausted.
Like silkworms and the ashes of candles,
Actually, it's more like a chrysanthemum that died holding incense.
It's just that this warm May drowned your tears.
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The strangest thing is the change of your color, the end of life,
White you, haggard,
Sick body, glowing yellow.
Did you dedicate yourself with the most beautiful things in your life during your stay in Hua Xiren?
And to the point of despair?
I finally understand that beauty is afraid of getting old.
The feeling of youth can't stand the ravages of time.
Knowing this ending clearly, it seems to be your life's mission to release flowers.
At the end of life, you are ugly and don't regret it!
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Gardenia blooms, but you won't see gardenia fall.
The branches die with incense, even though they are gaunt and charming.
When the flowers are completely dispersed, the yellow body turns black.
The mission of life, complete dedication, leaving no trace.
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The change of life is the change of color, without any pretense.
Life's mission, unreservedly dedicated to their youth.
Even if the beauty fades, there is no fragrance left.
Even at the end of life, the beautiful and charming body has become dark and dry.
No regrets in my life. I don't care if that charming face is gradually destroyed.
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I admire you, destroyed by wind and rain,
As time goes by, you can't change your original intention!
My broken heart, you, would rather haggard your charming face and still have no regrets.
Smell your youth and soak your essence.
Gardenia, my dream girl.
Instead of pursuing results, what we do is dedication, without any show-off and ostentation.
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My heart aches for you, just for the life I love,
Once in love, passion burns completely.
The pursuit of life will be interpreted vigorously and incisively.
Misty rain, time flies,
Your youth, my thoughts and feelings!
Love doesn't need results, just for the passion of this moment!
Modern Poetry of Summer Flowers 7 Rhododendrons
Su Hongsheng
In fact, spring scenery, or Liao's endless dream?
From the heart, you are willing to be smeared, occupied and used by a kind of red.
The cuckoo's song speaks to every seed.
A gust of wind blew in the south, and more roots sprouted.
And a cup of soil is obviously deeper than paper and heavier than stone.
We met in spring.
Try to light Nanshan and Beishan with your eyes.
Let the world's attention spread more widely
Everyone grows up with grass.
At the tip of the grass, you should be an immortal lantern.
The moment when azaleas are in bud
Everyone found their place.
Buried, we must cut in from another angle.
But it has nothing to do with the color, and it has nothing to do with our palm prints.
You are on a barren hill.
Accumulate as always, and then raise the flag.
The shaking of pine trees doesn't help you at all.
The lark's shadow is projected directly on your leaves.
Every flower knows that it is green, fat and thin.
Time and the girl's action of picking flowers can't stand volatilization.
When the red flag leads us to the height of flying and overlooking
It is closer to the soil.
Deeper spring colors are hidden in the veins of leaves.
With you, azalea
Our spring must be full of vitality.